When my afternoon film analysis class concluded yesterday, I walked to the bus stop to go home for lunch like I usually do. I was almost there when I stopped at a picnic table to retrieve my canteen out of my bag. Tilting my head upward to sip some water, the oak tree that shielded me from the sun inspired me to do something different today. Realizing that this routine was pulling my away from the adventure I was yearning for, I changed my course, not looking for anything in particular.
As I walked aimlessly, I just took in my surroundings. The sun was high in the sky, the wind carried a spring breeze, and I could feel my feet kissing the earth beneath my scandals.
My path coincided with the School of Architecture, and I decided to explore the massive concrete structure.
Repetition and the balance of geometric structures define the aesthetic composition of the schoolâs architecture.
In a passageway, I stumbled upon this piece of contour art drawn onto a cylindrical structure.
I found the contrast in this image especially intriguing. The message board is punctured with staples that hold paper fragments of past events, and the current posters throw the eye into the chaos.
For the record, other message boards on campus are often so full that the newest posters are stapled onto 5-inch-high stacks of even more posters! I have seen these incredibly large stacks start to peel away from the message boards, creating a wave-like form of events, ready to fall at any given moment. Quite scary, really. So it is an odd relief to see a board so âbarrenâ in comparison.
In the windows of architecture studentsâ studios were all sorts of neat gadgets, models, and materials.
Peering into a window full of trinkets and other miniature objects, I began to take pictures of them. Tiny things are my favorite, so I must have exuded pure excitement upon finding them, unaware that the owner of these tiny things was sitting in the background watching me obsess over his collection. Only when he shifted in his chair did I realize him smiling at me. Awkward. So I smiled and waved back.  By âsmiled,â I really mean âlaughed,â and attempted to express an, "OMG I didn't see you dude!" look; it was my way of âde-awkwardizingâ a rather awkward situation. I doubt worked though⌠In his mind, I am probably still âthat weirdoâ who waved at him, then continued taking photos. MehâŚ
A sculpture composed of wood and hardware sits on the top floor pavilion.
Looking above me were ceilings made of netting and industrial-size zipper openings.Â
A studio door reads: âDoor may not lock. Push Until it clicks.â
Christmas lights were wrapped on the top floors rails, creating a geometric triangular pattern. As a lover of details, I find the rusting and chipping on the railings to be my favorite part of this photo.
My adventure through the School of Architecture may just be the start of a wonderful series in which I capture interesting finds throughout different schools at my university. And that's the cool thing about inspiration. Once you have some, you want to keep running with it!Â